Vilnius Academy of Arts Dormitory:
2.45pm, local time
It rains a lot in Vilnius in the summer, and that’s exactly what it’s doing now. After breakfast at 11am in the dungeon-like restaurant who have the contract to feed us we’re wondering how we’ll manage it for seven weeks – soup, curd cheese pancakes and sour cream were delicious, but a bit heavy when all you want is tea and toast.
After making our way back to the dormitory, I think it’s quiet, post-travelling time. Who’s us? Next to me on his own laptop, non-wi-fi, like mine, is Pavel, German, Berlin-trained, currently living in the Czech Republic. Lovely chap, smokes like a loon, painter.
On the sofa to my right, reading about static electronics is Justin: he makes moving things and seem, so far, to be able to make and repair anything. Working in Halifax, Nova Scotia, from Florida, just spent five days in Glasgow. He brought many tool bits with him.
Erro lives and teaches in Tallin in Estonia, comes from New York, performance artist. He brought two ancient cats with him from NYC to Estonia. That’s committment.
Nathan and Tom, who’s from Brooklyn but napping (I can’t for the life of me find him online) applied together, having collaborated before.
A girl from Portugal is coming today, another from Moscow is set to arrive as soon as her visa is sorted and that completes the “foreign” contingent.
The Lithuanian artists will all be here by Tuesday and that’s when we start filming.
While I’m pretty sure I’m the eldest in years, I think I’m the youngest in training – which is a fantastic place to be – learning from everyone else.
After being picked up from the airport by the lovely Paulius, who waved a banana for recognition, we ate and then went on to a party in Vilnius’ new loft area – ex-factory spaces which, having been squatted in the past, are now being bought up by architects and the like, with artist studios and loft living spaces. It felt like many parties in Hackney, Shoreditch or Deptford, but much fresher, loads grimier and with way, way more charge and energy. <p>
Artists playing music is often not good, and it wasn’t, but the place was packed and the beer was cheap – equivalent to around £1.20 a sizeable bottle of beer.
We didn’t last long beyond one in the morning (knackered) but apparently the cops turned up around four, to shut the joint down.
I took some pics, video and recorded some sound with my phone, but of course, this laptop isn’t, as Justin pointed out, bluetooth enabled. I won’t go anywhere without my camera again.
Tried to find it online for a link and a pic, but other than the fact that it involved a very rickety warehouse lift, I’ve not got much to go on.
Now off to see a man about a bike.